Home isn't home without you, so I don't want to go back.
If we're not talking about you, I don't even want to speak.
The clothes the maids iron are never as neat as the ones you did, which always carried a hint of gardenia or lavender.
The files my employees organize are never like the ones you prepared. You always made sure the most important documents were right on top.
The food from restaurants isn't as clean as your cooking, and it lacks that personal, home-cooked warmth.
And there's no one else who can pack my suitcase for business trips so flawlessly.
No one to find ways to help me relax when I'm exhausted.
No one to lay out my clothes in the morning so I can work all day feeling refreshed and energized.
No one to defend me when my family scolds me, to be the comfort for my unfilial self that they needed, to make their lives joyful just by being there.
Only now do I realize how lucky I was in this lifetime to have met you, to have made you my wife.
